This past saturday I was in New York City for a day along with thousands of IMPOSTOR Santas, who were loud, rowdy, drunk, and absolutely hilarious. I felt a little left out...you know, being the minority of people not dress up as a christmas character. Many visit New York for the shopping experience, it's the obvious thing to do. So to contribute to this stereotype I made myself a delightful little bag of sweets, yes I bought candy (One of a select few items that when purchased can bring sheer joy to my face, the others being cameras, watches, rings, sunglasses and dresses. oh and make-up) Spending 20 minutes trying to get a taxi-cab is frustrating but makes for a good story to tell the family...I was about to sit in the middle of the street with a sign saying "Stop or I die due the impact of your vehicle. P.S I will have my friend be a witness of this murderous act that you committed and send you to jail." That plan fell through for obvious reasons. I will leave you with this crumb of advice: Don't stare at a mans beard, especially if the man is in a car, with another bearded man in the backseat.
-Morgan aka SunnyRae
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